His dick exploded and he shot come all over my stomach and chest, both of us holding on for as long as we could before he fell forward onto me, our sweat smearing each other as we gasped for breath.
His face lay on my chest as my cock slid out of him. “So that’s what everybody was talking about,” he said, laughing between breaths.
“I’d say it definitely was,” I agreed.
We heard a helicopter fly over us. “Would that be team seven or team eight?” I asked.
“Eight,” Erik mumbled, still breathing heavily. “One more team to beat.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: ERIK
Day Forty
The red light blinked every ten seconds, letting us know that the main camera was recording as we sat shivering in the tent. The sun set at half past six, and the evening temps were hovering near the mid-forties. Our tent was warmed by the fire we kept burning twenty-four seven these days, but when we stepped outside to gather wood or check our fishing lines, it was nearly unbearable on naked skin.
Drew and I took turns gathering firewood in the forest behind our camp and made sure we were always two to three days ahead on the collection of timber due to most of it being damp this time of year. Stacking what we gathered in the tent allowed the wood to dry so we could burn it later to keep the small space warm. He argued with me about being outdoors, insisting he was in better shape weight wise to gather what we needed, but I wanted to pull my weight.
Drew carved another notch in a small log he’d found on day two. “Day number forty, baby,” he said. His beard had grown in, and he looked slightly unkempt in a very sexy and rugged way, but we were clean thanks to my bar of soap we carefully rationed. I applied lotion to my body while he sat back and watched. “I’ll get your back,” he said. I ducked out of the camera’s view and pointed at it, mouthing and reminding him we were filming. “I don’t give a shit who sees us,” he responded.
I shifted our conversation while stepping back into view. “I think I’m going to check the fishing lines,” I said, wrapping the foil blanket around myself. “Maybe if we’re lucky we can eat tonight.”
“Lemme go instead, Erik,” he said, rising to his feet, looking concerned. “It’s fucking cold out there.”
“You can’t do everything,” I argued. “Besides, I’m luckier.”
Drew stepped toward me and tugged on my arms, once again ignoring the fact we were being filmed. “Warm up first,” he said, rubbing my arms briskly before placing me in a bear hug.
“You’re awfully close to crossing a dangerous line, big guy,” I pointed out, offering him a chance to defend his actions on camera. Drew had been very affectionate the past few days and made zero attempt to hide his actions. “Don’t forget that macho image of yours.”
“Think I give a fuck about that at this point?” he said. “Everybody knows I’m crushing on you by now. We’re not really subtle about it.”
My eyes widened at his candor. “Always the jokester,” I said, playing to the camera. “He talks like this out here in the wild, folks, but hunky Mr. Montana here will be right back to being America’s heartbreaker after this challenge, ladies, so don’t be worrying about him.”
“I’m not joking, Erik. I like you,” he stated.
“And I like you too, buddy. Now get out of my way while I go see if we eat tonight.”
I slid the plywood barrier out of the way and ran to the river’s edge to check the lines, praying there’d be a meal on one of them. There wasn’t. With my head down, I made my way back to the camp, knowing the night would be long and the growling stomach would be loud once again.
I stepped back into our tent and shook my head. “Nothing,” I whispered. I stood dejectedly inside the small space and gazed at Drew. He smiled and held a hand toward me but I couldn’t muster the strength to grab it.
“I’m starving,” I said. That was an understatement. My ribs were becoming more obvious and my cheeks were more prominent.
He came to me and held my hand. “I’ll boil the rest of the mushrooms. We can pretend we’re eating a fancy schmancy soup at some five-star restaurant,” he teased. “It’ll be good. I promise.” Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him. “We’ll be okay,” he added, doing his best to comfort me.
“You’re always so positive,” I whispered, choking back the tears. “I’m worthless.”
“Stop that right now,” he began. “We are one of only two teams left, so that proves that we’re kicking ass. Not to mention there’s no one I’d rather be doing this with than you.”
“Why are you always so nice to me?” I asked, stifling the need to bawl my eyes out. My emotions were all over the place. “I suck at this stuff and you got stuck with the weakest person. I’m failing us.”
“Shut it,” he protested. “Actually, you’re carrying us,” he explained. “Who found the tangled fishing line and hooks? Who found the plywood, the cushion, the assorted plastic bottles, huh? Not to mention who forages the best finds and catches the most fish? It’s you, Erik. If anything, you’re carrying me.”
“You think?” I asked.
“I know,” he replied. “And I’ve never had such a good time. I like being with you.”
“Thank you,” I said, sitting closer to the fire, trying desperately to stay warm.
